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Chapter 3
by: Kewl Dad
After Ricky's visit on Saturday, I was even more convinced I was in love with this wonderful boy, and equally sure that he felt the same way about me. After all, why would he go to all the trouble to come see me and do the things he did if he wasn't falling for me as fast as I was falling for him?
Of course, it could be just the sex I supposed, but those kisses, they said there was more to it. And then there was his sweet personality, and the way he treated me. No, it was love, and even though he was only 15, I knew from experience that love at that age was possible.
Sunday I waited around all day hoping Ricky would pay me another visit, but I still hadn't heard from him by the time the sun went down and I sunk into a kind of depressed state. Then around dinner time as I was setting down to a plate full of alphabet fish (Campbell's alphabet soup poured on fried fish sticks) the phone rang.
I rushed to grab the phone, sat it on the table, and picked up the receiver on the third ring.
"Hello," I said, hoping I didn't sound as desperate as I felt.
"Hi," Ricky's clear sweet voice said.
"What's up? I missed you today," I said, baring my heart.
"I had to go do things with my family," he explained, "Sunday is family day."
"That's cool. I understand. Family is important."
"Yeah, well...I'd rather have been with you," he said, his words soothing my wounded spirit as nothing else could.
"It's okay, I know you have other stuff to do," I said then, "we'll figure something out."
"I know," he said quietly, "did you really miss me?"
"Yes, I thought about you all day long. I know it's silly, but I even sniffed the sheets to see if I could smell you there."
He laughed, "For real? Do I stink?"
"Noo," I said, "you smell amazing, and sexy and...and I just wanted to smell you again, that's all."
"And then what?" he laughed, "jerk off?" he whispered.
"Maybe," I admitted.
"Cool, so...did you?"
"No, I couldn't smell a damn thing," I fussed, "but I jerked off thinking about you anyway."
"Cool," he laughed, "I did it twice last night after I got home, and once this morning in the bathroom."
"Ugh, you're making me get hard," I moaned.
He laughed then, and I could hear some banging around in the background, "I'm gonna have to go, but I just wanted to talk to you again."
"I'm glad you called," I said sincerely, "Uh, when do you think I can see you again?" I added, hoping I didn't sound as desperate as I felt.
"Tomorrow maybe, I might drop by the store and say hi. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine, but we really can't talk there."
"I know, but I was thinking I could walk down there after school and at least see you."
"Okay, that's fine, but you should pretend you're looking to buy something so no one gets suspicious."
"Okay, I can do that," he said, his smile coming through in his voice.
"Okay then, tomorrow. I'll be looking for you."
"Yeah, well...goodnight. See ya Rob."
"Goodnight buddy, see ya tomorrow."
He hung up before I could say anything else, but his call had pulled me out of my funk and given me a reason to go on living. Tomorrow, I'd see him tomorrow. Now the only question was, how would I make it till then without going crazy?
Monday was a drab and dreary day and very slow customer wise. However, there was plenty to keep me busy in the stock room, where we received a big shipment of shoes and some stuff from the warehouse. I loved this part of the job best, and I was content to spend most of the day checking in the merchandise and running it out to the floor for pricing.
After lunch, I worked in the shoe department, working in the new arrivals and putting up a new display, and the hours passed quickly. As I worked I watched the clock, and around the time I thought Ricky should be getting out of school I found some work to do at the front of the store.
The other clerks were busy with customers and pricing and paid me no mind as I rearranged some merchandise up front by the big plate glass windows, waiting and watching for my boy to appear. Finally around 3:30 I saw him coming up the sidewalk and I moved to the front doors so I'd be the first to greet him when he came in.
Fortunately one of the clerks had gone to the bathroom and the other was busy with a customer, so Ricky was left for me to wait on.
"Hello," I said trying to sound professional, "what can I do for you buddy?"
"Uh, oh...hi," he laughed, "my mom wanted me to look at some new shoes. Can you help me with that?"
"I sure can, right this way," I said, leading him to the shoe department, which spanned the back of the Men and boys' side of the store, "Now then, what kind of shoes were you interested in?"
"Uh, some shoes for church...you know, dress shoes."
"Ah, okay...well, first let's measure your foot," I said, starting to get aroused just thinking about touching him, even if it was only his ankle or foot.
"Oh, okay," he said, "should I sit down or what?"
I directed him to one of the chairs there and pulled my little stool up in front of him, then lifted his right foot and began unlacing his tennis shoe. Noting that the clerk had gone up front to help a customer with luggage, I looked up at Ricky and winked.
"How was your day?"
"Good, long though. It seemed like it would never end."
"I know what you mean, I couldn't wait for you to show up," I admitted.
"Yeah, I couldn't wait to get here."'
I pulled his shoe off and noted the size inside, then picked his foot up again and just held it in my hand. It was warm and a little damp feeling and I could smell a musky odor that was actually kind of arousing. I didn't know it at that moment, but I would soon develop a fetish for feet, and Ricky would be my first.
I raked a finger nail down the soul of his foot causing him to kick out and giggle, "Stop, I'm ticklish there."
"Sorry, just had to make sure you're foot wasn't asleep or anything," I teased, "Okay, let me get my measuring device," I said, pulling the wooden device from beneath the stool and setting it on the floor. Then grasping his foot by the ankle, I placed it on the device and adjusted the movable stops to snug up against his foot.
"Looks like size 8D," I said patting the top of his foot, "same size as your tennies. Stay here and I'll grab a few different styles in your size and you can try on the ones you like."
I found four pair in his size, two brown and two black, and he picked out a brown pair that he liked. I pulled the right shoe out of the box and slipped it on his foot and laced it up for him, then had him stand to see how it felt.
"I guess it's okay," he said looking down at me and grinning, "maybe I should try both of them on."
"Yeah, good idea, sit down and I'll put the other one on you."
I soon had the other shoe on, and I had him walk around the carpeted area to make sure they fit okay. As he walked we talked, but we couldn't really get into anything too personal. I did ask him some general questions about school and learned that he was a good student, loved sports, and that his best friend was named Russell, but that he was kind of a jerk sometimes. This was the boy who'd left him to go be with the older boys Saturday night, and the reason why I'd wound up with Ricky at my apartment. I didn't know whether to be mad that Russell was a jerk to Ricky, or thank him for being the cause of Ricky's visit.
"So, did your mom really tell you to get some dress shoes?" I said once he'd sat back down. I pulled off the new shoes and placed them back in the box, but I thought it might look weird if I was too helpful, so I left him to put his tennis shoes back on.
"Yeah, she really did. My old ones are too small and I have to go to this thing at church and I have to dress up. She said to pick out a pair and put it on her account."
"Cool, you need anything else?"
"Uh, do you have a bathroom?" he said squirming a little.
"Yeah," I laughed, looking around to see where the other clerks were. Neither seemed to be paying us any attention, so I made a decision I hoped I wouldn't regret, "come on, I'll show you where it's at."
I led him through the back into the hallway that led to the stockroom where the employees mens room was located. I pointed to the door and he gave me a mischievous look.
"What?" I chuckled.
"Can you come with me?"
I thought about that for about 2 seconds. The manager hadn't even come in that day, and it was so slow we'd sent two of the clerks home early, and there was no reason anyone should come looking for me.
I stepped toward him grinning and pushed him inside, then closed the door behind us.
"I really do need to pee," he said noticing the urinal on the back wall and heading that way.
I moved up behind him and peeked over his shoulder causing him to laugh.
"I hope you're not shy, I wanna watch."
"Not really," he said letting the flow start.
"Man, you weren't kidding, you really did need to go," I said after he'd been peeing for what seemed like forever.
"I know, I held it all afternoon and I was in a hurry to get here, so I didn't stop to pee after class."
He finally finished peeing and was just shaking off the last few drops when I snaked my hand around him and pushed his hand away and took over. The effect was immediate as his dick swelled in my hand and he moaned lowly.
"Shh," I whispered, "someone might hear you."
"Sorry," he whispered as he relaxed into me.
I began jacking him then, stroking slowly and occasionally sliding my hand up the head to gather his precum. He made a lot, and it was super slippery, and soon I had enough to really get going on his pecker. I didn't want to be gone too long from the floor, but I was determined that I was going to get Ricky off before we left that bathroom.
As much as I loved jacking him, I finally decided that a blow job might be more effective, so I spun him around and dropped to my knees taking his hard leaking cock into my mouth and nearly causing him to faint.
I felt his knees go weak as I began deep throating his cock, and it was only a matter of a minute or so till he cried out and rewarded me with a huge hot load of his tasty cum. I gobbled it all down greedily, then licked him clean and stood up and kissed him quickly.
"Come on, we should get back out there," I said pulling back, "I'll go on out first and you can meet me at the register."
I left him to zip up and pull himself together and headed back to the floor. I put the other boxes of shoes back on the shelf and grabbed the one he'd decided on and was just writing up the charge slip when he appeared looking flushed and a bit scattered.
I gave him a wink when no one was looking, had him sign the slip, then bagged the shoes and walked him to the front door. Both of the clerks were busy with customers and oblivious of us as I accompanied him outside on the premise of getting a breath of fresh air should anyone ask.
"Well, I'm really glad you came by," I said licking my lips in an exaggerated fashion.
"I'm glad I came too," he said emphasizing the word come, then laughing.
"Yeah, it was a tasty visit," I said grinning.
"I just wish I could have...you know? done you too."
"Well, I didn't think we had time for both of us, and I really needed to taste you again. I've been thinking about it since the other night."
"Really? I was thinking about...you know? that other thing we did," he said blushing, "and I really want you to do that to me."
"We'll see. Next time you're over we'll talk about it, okay?"
"Okay, but I know I want to do it."
"I'm sure you do," I said soothingly, "but I just want to make sure you're ready before we do that. It's serious stuff."
"Yeah? Then why did you let me do it to you so soon?"
"Cause I'm a serious guy," I laughed, "and I know how to take it like a man."
He giggled, "So, maybe I know how to take it to."
"Well, I guess we'll find out soon enough. Right now I need to get back to work, and you need to get home. Sorry I can't run you home this time, but I have another hour to go before I'm free."
"Yeah, I should've done what I did last time and came at closing time," he joked.
"Yeah, that would have been neato. Well, be careful, and if you find time, call me later, okay?"
"Oh, don't worry, I will," he said grinning, "bye for now," he said turning to go.
I watched him as he walked away, then suddenly he turned and waved and I waved back. I watched him cross the street at the light and he waved once more, then I watched till he reached the end of the block and turned the corner.
I took a deep breath and went back inside. I didn't feel like talking to anyone at the moment, so I went to the back and headed to the bathroom. I took a pee and I swear I could still smell Ricky's sweet scent lingering in the air. I sniffed the air and found my dick was rock hard in seconds. I began jerking like a madman then, and in seconds I splattered the back of the urinal with a huge load of sticky cum. I squeezed off the little bit remaining and grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned up before washing my hands and exiting the mens room.
I puttered around in the back room till closing time, then locked up and let the other clerks out the back before counting down the last of the tills and making the bank deposit. It only took me a few minutes, and by 5:15 I was out the door and on the way to the bank across the street. I dropped the deposit in the night drop, and I was whistling as I walked the short distance to my apartment.
It had been a great weekend and a hell of a Monday already, and I couldn't wait to see what the rest of the week would bring.
************
Monday night around 7, Ricky called and we talked for about a half hour.
"My mom liked the shoes. She asked me who helped me with them and when I told her it was you she said, she figured it was you."
"Why do you think she said that?" I asked, my hackles going up. Moms were very intuitive about things like this, and I worried she might be catching on to the fact that we were becoming friends.
"Oh, she said she figured that I would ask for you since you were so helpful before. And...she said she thought you liked me."
"What?" I said in horror, "She said that, exactly like that?"
"Yeah, why? She didn't mean anything bad. She said you were a nice boy, and probably would be a good influence on me. Don't you see? She wants us to be friends."
"I don't know," I said feeling a little nervous, "What if she's testing you to see what you'll say. Maybe she suspects something is going on. Maybe she knows you came to my place..."
He laughed, "I promise, I know my mom, she doesn't snoop, and she doesn't worry about stuff like some moms do. Neither does my dad."
"So, what did you tell her, I mean, about me?"
"I had to pretend I didn't care either way. I just said, I guess, and she let it drop...for now."
"Oh, okay...I just don't want to mess things up and wind up not getting to see you again."
"Don't worry, that won't happen. So, what are you doing right now?"
"Talking to you," I teased.
"I mean, what were you doing before that?" he giggled, and I could imagine him rolling his eyes at the other end of the line.
"Wishing you'd call."
"Aww, really? Did you miss me already? I just saw you a few hours ago."
"Sorry, I'm hooked," I confessed, "I just needed to hear your voice again."
"Man, you must love me or something," he said sounding as if he might be fishing for information.
"Something," I teased, unable to say the words, at least not over the phone.
"Something...something like what?" he said, not letting it go.
"Oh, I don't know...maybe we can talk about that next time you come over."
He moaned, "Can't you just tell me?"
"I don't want to scare you off," I laughed.
"You won't, just tell me," he pleaded.
I took a deep breath, "Not on the phone, okay?"
"Okay, but...next time I come over...you gotta tell me what something is."
"I promise."
We talked a bit longer, then he said he had to go, but he said goodbye at least five times before he finally hung up. He just kept thinking of one more thing to say, and then I'd reply, and so on, it was great, and it was obvious neither of us wanted that call to end.
I felt warm and happy inside when I hung up, and decided to end a perfect day with a little treat for myself. Grabbing a jacket and my keys, I headed down to my car and drove to the Dairy Queen for some ice cream.
Usually I eat in my car, but that night I decided to go inside. Business was slow on a Monday night, and the only other customers were a young couple at the booth in the back. I ordered a parfait and a cup of ice water and took the booth closest to the door and slowly savored the ice cream treat.
I was about halfway through my parfait when the door opened, and a man stepped inside followed by a woman, then two boys. It took me about two seconds to react to what I was seeing, and when I did I didn't know whether to flee or jump up to meet them.
Mrs. Williams recognized me immediately, and Ricky had a shit-eating grin on his face when our eyes met. They both said hello, as Mikey looked on, then the look of recognition came over his face and he gave me a goofy grin and a little wave. The man, Mr. Williams I assumed, gave me a curious look and I heard Mrs. Williams fill him in on who I was and he gave me a nod and a smile as well.
I guess I was quite the celebrity at the Williams' house, but I still couldn't help but feel a bit nervous about being in the same room with the boy I was having sex with and his parents.
I heard them place an order for burgers, fries, a foot long chili dog, and drinks and figured they must've come here for supper. It was just after 8, a little late for supper, but I guessed that maybe they had something going on and Mrs. Williams didn't have time to cook.
To add to my discomfort, the family decided to take the booth behind mine, with Ricky and his mom on the side next to me and the father and Mikey on the other side. Ricky pretended to ignore me at first, but when Mrs. Williams turned to speak to me, he couldn't resist looking my way.
"I just wanted to thank you again," she began, "for helping Ricky with his...purchases," she said grinning, "and the shoes you helped him pick out today fit perfectly. You're very good at what you do."
I am, I thought, I can make your son come so hard his knees buckle.
"You're welcome," I said blushing, "anyone there could have done what I did, I just happened to be there at the right time I guess."
"Well, I'm glad you were. I know how Ricky is, he's sort of shy most times, but you seemed to have gained his confidence. I'm sure he'll be asking for you anytime he comes in."
"That's fine, he's a cool guy," I said smiling at Ricky who was blushing, "a little shy at first, but we get each other now, don't we?" I said, directing the last part to Ricky.
He nodded and looked away, a little embarrassed to be put on the spot, but we were saved further conversation when their number was called for pickup. The two adults hopped up to retrieve the order, leaving the two boys behind, and Ricky gave me an uncomfortable look and muttered, "Sorry."
"No problem," I said giving him a knowing smile, "it's how moms are."
He laughed then, but there was no time to say anything else as his folks returned with two large trays of food. They divvied up the food, and I was left to finish my parfait in peace at last. With my back to them I couldn't see them, but I listened to their quiet conversation and envied them their easy banter and how close they seemed as a family.
I'd grown up with just my mom, living in the same house she'd grown up in, with my grandparents and an aunt and an uncle. It wasn't that we weren't a close or loving family, but there was never a lot of money while I was growing up and sometimes it was a struggle to make ends meet. As soon as I was 16 I got a job and helped out when I could, but as soon as I graduated I moved out on my own. I moved into the apartment across the street from my place of work and I'd slowly been fixing it up to suit me. The rent was ridiculously cheap, and the water and gas was included, and all I had to pay was the electricity, which was also very cheap.
I finally finished my ice cream, and was faced with the dilemma of how to make a graceful exit. I figured I owed it to them to say goodbye since they'd made the effort to say hello when they'd seen me there, but it still felt awkward.
I sipped my cup of ice water and thought, then finally decided it was time to make my move. When I started scooting to the edge of the booth, Ricky turned my way and gave me a sad smile. I knew how he felt, or at least I thought I did. Here we were, only inches apart, and yet we couldn't even really talk to each other, let alone touch each other. It was sheer torture seeing him without being able to kiss those lips and hold him close, but that was how it had to be. Even if his folks approved of us being friends, we'd still have to hide our true feelings and be very careful every moment we were around them.
When I stood, Mrs. Williams looked my way and I took this as the time to say my goodbyes and make my exit.
"It was nice seeing you and your family again," I said, "I guess I'll be heading home now. Goodbye Mr. and Mrs. Williams, bye Mikey, bye Ricky," I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to my boy, and the look on his face said he appreciated the attention.
"Goodbye Rob," Mrs. Williams said, "thank you again. Drive carefully," she added causing Ricky to roll his eyes.
Ricky and Mikey said goodbye almost at the same time, causing the three of us to laugh, while their parents just smiled.
"Bye," I said one last time and with a wave I walked over to the trashcan, dumped my trash and hightailed it out of there.
I sat in my car for a long time, the engine running as I listened to Leon Russel on my 8 track player. It suddenly occurred to me that Ricky must've known I was here. He had to have noticed my car, a bright red Nova SS, the car he'd declared was the coolest car in the whole world, and he knew I'd be inside, explaining the shit-eating grin on his face.
I sat there a few more minutes but I knew I needed to get moving soon. I didn't want to still be there when Ricky and his folks came out, that might look suspicious, so I finally backed out of my parking space and headed out onto the highway. I didn't feel like going home yet, so I joined the other cars on the restless ribbon and drove out to the Walmart parking lot, turned around and headed toward downtown.
For a Monday there was a fair amount of traffic, mostly teens with nothing better to do, and an occasional semi roaring down the highway on their way through our sleepy town. At Main Street I turned right, passing the store where I worked and the block my apartment was on, then proceeded through the three traffic lights to the end of town. The far end of the ribbon was the Sonic Drivein, and I pulled through and headed back the way I'd come, on automatic pilot and really not paying much attention to the cars or the people around me.
At the light on the corner by my apartment I turned the corner and drove toward the park, and eventually found myself on Ricky's street. I figured they were still back there at the DQ and I was in no danger of being seen, even if I didn't know exactly why I felt the need to be here.
I looked at the cheery brick home with it's evergreen trees on either side of the yard, a nice wooden fence visible on each side, and thought about how I'd always wanted a house like this when I was growing up. It made me sad to think that I'd never had the kind of things that Ricky and his brother probably had, especially both a mother and a father, but I didn't begrudge Ricky those things. I was happy for him, happy for Mikey, happy for them all. I wondered what Mr.Williams did for a living and if Mrs. Williams worked like some moms did, or if she stayed home.
I had made it to the end of the block by then and stopped at the stop sign when I noticed headlights behind me, and seconds later they turned into the Williams' driveway. Realizing how close I'd come to being discovered cruising their home, I quickly sped through the intersection and didn't let up till I was all the way to Main Street.
I headed home then, and after parking in the alley behind my apartment, I headed upstairs to settle in for the night. Tomorrow was a work day, and I had to be up early, but I wasn't the least bit sleepy. I took a hot soapy bath to relax me, then lay on my bed naked, staring at the ceiling and listening to music on my phonograph till I began to feel drowsy. I eventually drifted off to sleep, the music soothing my tortured thoughts, and I didn't awake till the alarm aroused me the next morning.
************
I didn't see Ricky again for the rest of that week, though he did call a couple of times. Our conversations were comfortable and cheerful, and I always felt great after hanging up. A couple of times he reminded me of my promise to discuss my feelings next time we were together, but he didn't press me for an answer over the phone.
By Friday I was hopeful that I might see him that weekend, but so far he hadn't said as much. Saturday was a busy day at work, and I managed to make it through the day without my every thought being of Ricky and when I might see him again.
At five I locked up and did the book work, then headed out, made the deposit, and headed home. As I turned into the alley that ran behind my apartment I saw Ricky standing just outside the entrance to the stairway that led to my apartment and I broke out in a run.
"Surprise!" he giggled, "Guess what? I can stay till 10 o'clock."
"Wow, how? Why?" I said coming to a stop so close we were almost touching.
"I told my folks I was going bowling with Russell and his brother, and Russell said he'd cover for me if my folks asked any questions."
"What does your friend think you're doing right now?" I wondered.
"I just told him I had plans and he didn't ask a lot of questions. We do stuff like that for each other, he's cool."
"Wow, what do you think he thinks you're doing right now?"
"Probably thinks I'm with a girl," he laughed.
"Come on, let's go upstairs. I feel kind of funny standing out here in the open."
He followed me upstairs to the apartment and I had him sit on the couch while I went into my bedroom to change. I had my shirt off and was just removing my pants when he suddenly appeared in the doorway.
"I'll be out in a minute," I said.
"I wanted to watch," he laughed, "Hey, you know, you could just leave those pants off and I could take mine off too."
"Later, I promise," I said grinning, "but first we eat, then we talk, okay?"
"Okay, I am kinda hungry, whatcha got to eat?"
"I'll find something," I assured him, "do you like hot dogs?"
"Love them, especially yours," he snickered.
"Ah, a comedian. Well, funny guy you can have my hot dog later, but right now I'm starving."
I slipped on a pair of sweat pants and tee while Ricky stared at me with undisguised lust. I'd created a monster, or maybe he'd always been this horny, after all, he was a teenage boy and teenage boy were hard more than they were soft.
I grilled three hot dogs each, and we ate them with mustard and ketchup on plain white bread. We ate them with chips and washed them down with Mt Dew, and after I cleaned up the little bit of mess we retired to the couch.
"Okay," he said laying his warm soft hand on my thigh, "tell me what you meant the other day."
I'd had lots of time to think about what I wanted to say, but now that the time had come to put those thoughts into words, I wasn't sure if I was ready for this conversation. I stalled as long as I could, offering Ricky another soda, which he refused, then got up to go brush my teeth on the pretext of having bad breath, but finally I could stall no longer.
"Okay, where was I?" I said settling in.
"You never started," Ricky said rolling his eyes, "you're supposed to tell me what you meant the other night about how you felt about me."
"Okay, okay..." I said, leaning back into the couch and taking a deep breath. Did I dare tell him the truth and risk rejection if he didn't feel the same way too, or candy coat my feelings and be vague about it?
"Just tell me," he whined.
"Okay, but if I mess up, it's your fault," I pouted.
"How can you mess up? Just tell me what you meant."
"Okay, you asked me if I loved you or something and I said something, right?"
"Yeah, I think so," he said looking thoughtful.
"Okay, well, let me start by asking you a question?"
"Okay...I guess..."
"Do you understand that there are all kinds of love?"
"Well, sure, like I love my mom, or I love pizza...stuff like that?"
"Yes, perfect...and there are even different kinds of romantic love."
"What do you mean?"
"Okay, to make this simple, let's talk about a man and woman. That's probably the kind of love you see most, right?"
"Yeah, sure...what's that got to do with it?"
"Okay, do you know the difference between loving someone, and being in love with someone?"
"Same thing, right?"
"No, not at all. You can love someone and not be in love with them. Being in love means you care more about their happiness than your own. It means you'd do anything for them, maybe even die for them, and it means you want to spend your life with them and no one else."
"Okay...and what's the other kind?"
"What I mean is you can love someone and not be in love with them. You can love a person and enjoy spending time with them and maybe even want to make them happy, but you're not quite ready to make a commitment to them...and, you may even want to be with someone else as well. Does that make sense?"
"I guess," he said frowning, but that still doesn't explain what you meant."
"Okay," I said collecting my thoughts, "here's the deal, I don't want to scare you off or make you think that you have to feel the same things for me that I feel for you, but...I definitely love you already and if we continue to spend time together, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna fall in love with you for real."
"Why would that scare me off, that's cool, very cool. I'm kinda new at this love stuff though, and I'm not exactly sure how I feel right now, but I do know that I like you a lot and I want to be with you almost all the time, so, maybe I do love you, I don't know."
"That's okay, there's no hurry, and there's no right or wrong way to feel about someone as long as you're honest with them, and fair, and don't hurt them on purpose."
"I wouldn't, hurt you, I mean."
"I know, you wouldn't mean to, but you're young, and like you said, you're new to all this and it might just be a passing thing."
"I don't think so," he said frowning, "I mean, I don't know what will happen next week, or next month, but for right now I want to be with you. I mean, you might get tired of me after a while, but I'm pretty sure I won't be the one who wants out."
"You're so beautiful," I said leaning in to kiss him, "did I answer your question good enough?"
"Yeah, I think I understand now. You love me, but you're not in love with me, but you're close," he said grinning.
"You got it. Now, what can we do with the rest of our time?"
"Oh, well...remember you said we'd talk about that other thing too."
"Oh, yeah...I was hoping you'd forgotten," I chuckled.
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything," he said looking me in the eyes, "I been kind of practicing."
"Oh, with what?" I chuckled.
"My fingers and stuff," he said blushing.
"Stuff, like what, carrots, cucumbers, broom sticks," I teased.
"I never thought of carrots or cukes," he said looking thoughtful, "I used a hair brush handle."
"Ugh, you're getting me excited," I said grabbing my hard dick through my sweats.
"We could get naked," he suggested excitedly.
"Not here, let's go to the bedroom," I said pulling him up with me and dragging him there.
"Are you gonna show me instead of telling me?" he asked hopefully.
"We'll see," I said, hoping I didn't let things get too far out of control. I just wasn't convinced he was ready to be fucked, but then again my first time had been around that age.
We were naked and on the bed making out in a matter of minutes, our hard cocks mashed together as we pressed together desperately. I reached back and grabbed his plump sexy rear and pulled him tighter against me, grinding into him even harder causing him to moan into my mouth.
"Lay down on your tummy," I growled, and he quickly complied, raising his head to look back at me with undisguised lust.
"Relax, I'm gonna go get the Vaseline, be right back."
I grabbed the Vaseline , a towel, and my little plastic rocket that I used for a sex toy and climbed back into bed. I opened the jar and reached in with my fingers and dug out a glob of grease and used my other hand to spread his cheeks a little to reveal his pinkish brown pucker.
If you're gay, or even an ass hound, you know what I'm talking about when I say how exciting and sexy a butthole can be. My cock throbbed just at the sight of it, even though I had no hopes of getting inside that tight little pucker anytime soon.
For now my fingers and my little rocket would have to do. When, and if I stuck my pecker in this boy, it would be covered in a latex rubber, not for health reasons, but for safety's sake. Safety from having to worry about mom finding a drop of my cum in the seat of Ricky's drawers or having him leak all over the sheets. Yeah, he could expel most of it, and take a shower, but I wasn't taking any chances with this boy. As far as health precautions went, this was long before AIDS, and only straight people used condoms to prevent pregnancy. That would change eventually, but not before thousands of live were lost to the virus.
I began by working my index finger into Ricky's hole and was surprised at how easily it went in, and how loose he felt after a little exploring. Next I tried my middle finger, which was a little thicker, and finally my thumb. He moaned softly, but it was apparent his moans were of pleasure and not pain, and I decided that he was ready for something a little bigger.
Next I tried two fingers and he opened up nicely, moaning even louder now. I knew there was a place inside that felt really good when you rubbed it, and even though I didn't know what it was called, or exactly how it worked, I found that place easily.
"Oh, what's that you're doing?" he panted, "it feels like you're touching my dick, only you're not."
"I'm not sure what it's called, but it feels really good. When you fucked me the other day you were rubbing against it and it felt so good."
"Oh...oh...that feels really good. I wish that was your dick in me."
"Eventually," I promised, "but not today. I do have something you might like though," I said removing my finger and grabbing the rocket. The rocket was soft plastic, not the hard sharp kind a lot of toys are made out of and the nose cone was blunt rather than pointed, but tapered enough that inserting it was easy enough.
It was about 8 inches long with four fins on the bottom that made it easy to get a grip on, and a little over 4" in circumference. It was a nice size for a little anal stimulation and perfect for a newby like Ricky.
"What's that?" he said looking back as he raised his head a little.
"It's my rocket ship to ur anus," I laughed at my little joke, but it took him a minute to get it.
"Oh, my anus...my butthole," he giggled, "is it really a rocket?'
"Yep, when I was a kid I had a whole set of space toys and a couple of rockets but this is the only one that survived my childhood, mainly cause I discovered it fit up my butt just right."
He giggled again, "So you use this on your butthole too?"
"Yeah, but it's clean, don't worry," I said rubbing the blunt end against his hole to get him used to the feel of it.
"It's cold," he said shivering.
"It will warm up after I shove it in and out a while," I teased, "are you ready?"
"Uh huh, just go slow."
"I will, don't worry. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I only want you to feel good."
And make him feel good I did. Once I had that little toy rocket fin-deep in his ass he was panting like a dog on a hot summer day and begging me to go faster as I fucked his ass with it. Maybe he was ready, I mused, maybe he's a natural at this and I don't need to take it as slow as I'd thought. Still, a toy rocket was nothing like a fat cock, and mine was pretty thick. Besides, when, and if I made love to him I wanted to take my time and make it special for both of us. I didn't want a quickie, I wanted to make slow sensual love to him.
I had him get up on all fours so I could get to his cock, and as I sawed the rocket ship in and out of his ass, I reached under him and worked his cock in perfect rhythm with my other hand. He was really loud this time, and I was glad I didn't have any neighbors to wonder who was getting fucked next door.
At some point he took over, working his cock and I barely had time to get the towel beneath him before he began to come in hot powerful squirts all over it. His ass flexed around that rocket making it hard to pull it in and out, but eventually he loosened up and I removed it from his hole with a plopping noise.
"Oh...oh...that was good. I came really hard," he gasped, "does getting fucked feel that good?"
"Yeah, better actually, cause it's not a cold plastic rocket inside you, it's a hard hot dick and a man on top holding you close and pressing his hot flesh against yours."
"Oh man, I can't wait. Can we do it next time I come?"
"I think so," I said making a decision, "you're a lot looser than I ever dreamed you'd be. My dick is bigger than this rocket, but if we stretch you out first, I think you can handle it just fine."
"I can't wait," he panted as he rolled onto his back.
I used the towel to clean him up then tossed it on the floor and laid down beside him and pulled him against me, spooning him to me as he basked in his afterglow. My hard cock was nestled between his crack, and I could feel the heat coming off his excited hole. It was all I could do to not grab my cock and shove it up his keester, but I cared too much for him to risk hurting him.
"You sure you don't want to do it now?"he said softly as he pushed back against me.
"I'm sure, but..." suddenly I had a great idea, "there's something else I could do."
"What's that?"
"It's called dry humping, but it's not really dry. You're all greased up and I can rub my dick up and down your crack and across your hole and not go inside. It feels really good and I'm so horny I won't last long."
"Yeah, do it," he said in a low sultry voice, "rub it on my hole a lot."
I was shaking as I grabbed onto his hips and began moving, letting my dick slide up and down his greased crack, paying special attention to his slick hole. God, I was so tempted to slide inside him, but this felt plenty good, and I knew it was for the best that I not take his cherry just yet. Fortunately, it didn't take long for me to get that feeling that started in my nuts and moved upwards till it filled my stomach with butterflies.
This was going to be a big one, I just knew it, and as I rubbed faster and faster, grunting and struggling to catch enough breath to keep from passing out, I felt it coming on like a runaway locomotive. I grabbed him a little tighter, hoping I wasn't hurting him, but he didn't seem to be in distress as he pushed his butt back into me in time with my thrusts. Faster and faster I rubbed my aching, swollen dick up and down, his hot wet hole sucking at me on every pass as if it was trying to pull me inside.
The feeling built until I was moving so fast the bed was bumping against the wall noisily, my cock flying along his crack, then suddenly I nearly yelled as the feeling hit me and I began to come so hard I was in danger of passing out.
"Oh shit!!" I cried out, "I'm coming..." I said stupidly, of course I was coming. He could probably feel the hot sticky mess running down his butt, shooting up his back, and probably coating his nuts from behind.
"Was it good?" he asked softly, "oh, you comed a lot didn't you?" he added with a giggle.
"Oh...my...God," I panted, "I haven't come that hard in a long time, and I didn't even get inside. I can't imagine how hard I will come when I do."
"Next time," he said firmly, "next time, you get to stick it in me."
"Okay, I promise," I said falling back, waiting for my heart to slow down as I struggled to catch my breath. I felt as if I had ran a mile and I was exhausted, but it had been well worth the effort.
Ricky rolled over to face me, his head propped up on his arm and stared at me for a moment before speaking, "Is this what it's like for boyfriends?"
"What?" I said, completely taken off guard.
"Boyfriends? Is this how it is with boyfriends? Kissing, and holding hands, and snuggling, and having sex?"
"I guess. Yeah, I think so. I've never had a boyfriend, but if I did, that's what I'd want. Why?"
"Does this mean we're boyfriends?" he asked simply.
"I...well," I said, not expecting him to be the one to bring this subject up, or at least not this soon. I'd considered it myself and I knew what I felt, but how did he feel about it?
He went on before I could answer however, "I mean if you were a girl and I was a boy and we did sex stuff and had hung out, we'd be boyfriend and girlfriend, right? So, if two boys do that stuff, shouldn't they be boyfriends?"
"Is that something you'd want?" I asked cautiously.
"Heck yeah, I'd like to be your boyfriend. If you want me, I mean," he said looking worried.
"Oh may God, if I want you?" I said reaching over to pull him into a hug, "Ricky, would you be my boyfriend?" I said excitedly.
"Yes, Rob will you be my boyfriend?"
"Yes, yes, yes," I said kissing him wetly on the mouth, then breaking the kiss I added, "You know you're my first, boyfriend, I mean?"
"Really? Well...you're my first boyfriend too," he said grinning, "so, should we give each other a ring or something?"
"That might not be a good idea. I mean, what if your folks wanted to know where you got the ring. No, we need to think of something that won't raise suspicions."
"Like what?"
"I don't know, I'll have to think about it, okay?"
"Okay, I'll think too. Right now I really need to go pee."
"Me too," I said hopping up and pulling him with me. The sheets were a mess now and so were we, so after we peed we took a quick shower, then had a little snack and drank a soda.
By the time we'd finished our snack, we were both hard again and ready for some more fun, and I suggested that Ricky fuck me again. My suggestion was met with obvious excitement and enthusiasm, and soon we were back in bed. I threw a towel down over the mess we'd made earlier and fell onto my back and pulled my legs up, exposing my winking brown eye, as Ricky watched me with interest.
It only took him a minute to figure out how this would work, and he was trembling as he grabbed the Vaseline, and without prompting began loosening me up for his assault. I opened up easily this time, and before long I was ready for Ricky's love missile to blast off in my tight tunnel. He greased up his dick, then positioned himself just right and slid in easily with a hiss as he felt my hot guts swallow him up.
"Oh god, this feels even better than last time," he panted.
"You're in deeper, that's why. Okay, I'm all yours," I grunted as he took control, pushing my legs up and thrusting deep into me before withdrawing just to the head, then plunging back in.
It felt better for me as well, and in this position he was rubbing against the place inside of me on every stroke. I felt as if I could come just from the friction of his cock against that spongy place inside, but having never experienced a hands free ejaculation I didn't know if it was possible or not.
He leaned down after a few minutes, and I met him half way as we kissed for a moment before he turned his attention back to his aching cock. He was gentle at first, but as his passion built, it became more about him and his release and less about me. I didn't care. I didn't deny him this piece of flesh, and I reveled in having him use me for his pleasure. Pleasing him pleased me, and his hard dick inside me was reward enough for his using me.
I knew he was getting close when he began to speed up and stiffen, and suddenly he pushed into me hard and grunted as he began to unload. As he continued to pump out what felt like gallons of hot sticky cum, he gyrated his hips, rubbing out the last of his orgasm before collapsing atop me.
He drooled on my neck as he lay there and I kissed the top of his head, feeling his heart beating against mine and feeling as if at that moment, we were one person. Two hearts beating as one, as they say, and any doubts I had about my love for him melted away.
He lay there a long time before slipping out of me, allowing me to lower my legs and then he repositioned himself atop me so our hard cocks rubbed together. He hadn't softened at all since slipping out of me, and I remembered the last time when he'd come twice and smiled. The boy was a real stud, and I was looking forward to servicing him again as soon as he rested.
But Ricky had other ideas. Suddenly he started moving, rubbing our dicks together slowly and deliberately until he had a good rhythm going. I joined him in this dance of love, and soon we were both panting and thrusting as we kissed. I reached back and grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, rubbing myself harder against him until suddenly he cried out and I felt his hot stick cum shoot out between us. Moments later I followed him and experienced another intense orgasm of my own.
Ricky kissed me hard, then went limp as he lay there panting and coming down from his second orgasm in just a few minutes. Eventually, he rolled off me and onto his side, then scooted over and laid his head on my chest and threw an arm around me.
"That was fun."
"Uh huh," I said dreamily.
"Do you love me now?" he teased.
"I already did, but now...I think I'm in love," I confessed, "boyfriend."
"I love you too, boyfriend," he said grinning, "but I don't know what being in love is...yet."
"I'll settle for love," I sighed, "and for having a boyfriend to do stuff with," I said happily.
"Good, cause I want us to be boyfriends a long time, maybe forever."
"Well, forever is a long time, but I'm available."
"Me too," he giggled, "got any more hot dogs?" he said, and at that moment his tummy rumbled, causing us both to laugh.
"I have a better idea. Why don't we take another shower, get dressed, and go grab a pizza?"
"Okay," he said rolling off the far side of the bed and racing around the bed to help me up, "come on let's go. I'm starving," he whined.
We showered in record time, got dressed and hopped into my Nova. Ricky looked through my tapes and selected one and put it in, then sat back and relaxed as we drove the short distance to the Pizza place. It was located in a little strip center next to the Walmart, and was the best pizza place in town. We found a booth and ordered a pepperoni pizza and drinks, and I got up and plugged the jukebox so we'd have some music to listen to while we waited.
We talked about school, work, movies we'd seen, music we liked, and we found we had a lot in common. Our pizza finally came, and for a while we were busy snarfing down hot gooey pizza and sipping our Pepsis to cool our mouths off.
We'd finished about half of the pizza when I noticed a group of teen boys enter and I looked them over out of curiosity more than anything. Ricky's back was to them, but when he saw me look that way he turned to see what had caught my attention and dropped his head.
"That's Russell and his brother William and some guys from school."
"Oh, is that bad? I mean, will Russell think it's weird that you're here with me?"
"Nah, probably not, but I should say hi I guess, or it will look weird."
"Yeah, I agree," I said, but before Ricky could make a move, his friends noticed him and were headed our way.
"Hey Ricky," a tall dark haired boy that I assumed was Russell said, "we got done bowling and decided to grab some pizza."
"Yeah, us too," he said nervously, "Oh, Russell this is Rob, Rob this is Russell, that's William behind him, and Jeff and Freddie from school."
The others said hi, then went off to find a booth, leaving Russell behind to chat.
"Sit down," I offered, "have some pizza," I said grinning, "we won't eat all this."
"Thanks," he said accepting my invitation easily. He grabbed a slice of pizza, covered it with Parmesan cheese and attacked it as if he was starved.
"So, what you guys been up to?" he said once he'd swallowed, not waiting for an answer before he took another big bite.
"You're a pig," Ricky laughed, and I smiled. It wasn't said in a nasty way, it was just one good friend dissing the other in fun, "we saw a movie," he lied, and I hoped Russell didn't ask him what movie.
"Cool, we went bowling. Oh, you know that," he laughed, "you still coming over tomorrow after your church thing?"
"Sure, we can work on our project. It's due next week."
"I know, don't remind me. Well," he said finishing off his pizza, "I gotta go and make sure those guys order enough pizza. See ya," he said getting up, "uh, nice meetin' you," he said giving me a smile.
He didn't seem weirded out by us being together, and I finally relaxed some. Maybe he and Ricky had a sort of understanding. Maybe it was a don't ask, don't tell kind of thing. Ricky had said that they'd covered for each other, so maybe Russell didn't care where, or with who Ricky was with, as long as when the time came he returned the favor.
"He seems nice," I said when he was gone.
"I've known him forever," Ricky said, "we're more like brothers, except we never fight. We don't like the same stuff sometimes, but we give each other room when we need it."
"Sounds like a perfect relationship."
"Yeah, you gonna eat that last piece?"
"No, it's all yours," I laughed.
Ricky seemed to be thinking about something as he munched his pizza, then suddenly he looked at me and frowned.
"I could just get with those guys and let them take me home. That way it will look like I was with them all night."
"Well, that makes sense," I said, trying not to show how disappointed I was to be losing him so soon, "It's almost 10, so you don't have much time anyway."
"Yeah, but...I was thinking, maybe we can sit in your car till they're done, and talk and stuff...then when they go, I can get with them."
"That works for me," I said perking up. At least I'd get to spend more time with my boyfriend, even if we couldn't be physical.
"Wait here, I'm gonna talk to them," he said scooting out of the booth.
I watched as he approached them, and Russell scooted over to make room for my boy as he slid in and began talking to the boys. I heard laughter, and saw some heads nod, then Russell slid out and came back to join me.
"It's all set, we can sit in your car, and when they come out, I'll go with them."
I paid the bill and left a nice tip, and we headed out to my car. It had gotten a little cooler while we were inside and I started the engine to warm the car up and turned the heater on. My car had a V8 and burned a lot of gas, but gas was cheap back then and I didn't mind wasting a little to keep my boyfriend warm.
We talked, really talked while we sat there. Not being able to be physical, we made the best of our time together and got to know each other better. It was then, sitting there in the front seat of my car, that I realized that we didn't have to be rolling in the sheets to have a good time or show our love for one another. I could tell he felt the same way too by the way he looked at me and the tone of his voice. We were like two old friends, laughing and talking and sharing our lives, and it was wonderful.
We did manage to hold hands for a bit, but a car pulled up next to us and we broke the hold till the people were inside. We listened to music while we talked and it was very romantic. The only thing missing was a deep wet kiss, but that could wait till the next time we were alone. Tonight, in this moment, we were sharing our hearts and lives at a distance, but it was still wonderful.
Eventually the other boys appeared at the door and Ricky and I said goodbye. As Ricky opened his door to get out, the four boys walked over to my car and began looking it over. I rolled down my window to talk to them, and we discussed cars as the boys checked my sleek red Nova out.
Ricky joined them and I saw another side of Ricky. He fit in with this group of boys easily, and it was obvious they liked him and accepted him, and he accepted them. I shouldn't have been surprised, Ricky was a sweet, intelligent, and fun person. Any boy or girl would be lucky to call him friend, and I felt very blessed that I had him in my life.
Eventually the boys decided they'd better get going and everyone said goodbye and told me how neat my car was one last time. Ricky lingered behind and said goodbye again and thanked me, then made a kissy face as he giggled and ran to join his friends.
I waited till they had pulled out onto the highway, then backed out and headed home. It had been a wonderful and life changing evening, filled with firsts, and a declaration of love that I hoped would result in Ricky and I growing closer and becoming a real couple. I knew it wouldn't be easy, that we'd have to be careful and keep our love a secret, but in private we could be who we wanted to be and love each other as nature intended.
I eventually found my way upstairs to my apartment, and only then did I remember the mess we'd made on the sheets. Groaning, I pulled them from the bed, then having a wicked idea, I undressed and fell across the bare mattress. Gathering the sheet up to find the soiled spot, I sniffed it deeply, smelling our combined scents there, as I slowly jerked off. I liked to believe that I could pick Ricky's scent out from my own, reliving in my mind the smell, the taste of him, as I brought myself to an intense orgasm, adding another load to the sheet. I cleaned up as best I could, then tossed the balled up sheet in the hamper by the closet door. I grabbed a clean set of sheets, made the bed, and tumbled into it naked, falling asleep almost instantly.
End Chapter 3
1-3-2021
I have updated my story list if you see any missing please let me know.
Other stories by Kewl Dad
* Denotes Series, rest are short stories
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Dougie's Story #Part 3 of a series
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My Best Friend's Dad *Related story to My Son's Best Friends
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My Little Runaway #Part 1 of a series
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My Son's Best Friends *Related series to My Best Friend's Dad
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Tommy Boy #Part two of a series
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